~    Sylveon      ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
         Countersense Fairy    
      Canine?                     
                          Palliative? 
                                 
 Appearance:  Sylveon Resemble  Dogs In  
  Many Ways, With Similar  Small  Bodies 
    And Faces. They Are Small And   
       Nimble, And With White Fur.  
                               
                                 
 The  Most  Striking Feature  Is      
 Their  "Ribbons",    Long Flat Feelers 
 That  They     Use  To  Bind    Or  To 
 Interface  With   The Minds  Of Others 
                          
   The Ribbons  Play A  Large  Social   
    Role  Among   Sylveons.          
   They Induce  A Sense Of Wellbeing, 
   And Can Ease Pain If   Applied     
 Close To A Wound.      It Is Thought 
 They  Feed  Off  The Pain Of  Others   
                  This  Way.   
                              
                              
      Sylveon  Are  Great  Partners 
 To Humans,  But Care Should  Be Taken   
 To  Limit Exposure  To   Ribbons,     
   Since  With  Prolonged Contact     
  The  Consciousnesses  Start  To Blend, 
 An   Environment  In   Which          
 The  Sylveon  Is  Much  More At  Home,  
    And   It   Will    Take   Advantage. 
                     
   Medicinal                     
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 Its   Sap                        
         Poison        Putting 
 Thoughts    Into             
 Not   Killed.                      
   But  Is    Loyal    (Lie!  Lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 The Nature  Of The  Coma Depends On  The 
 Intensity  Of  The Sylveon'S  Feeding.  
       You Will  Succumb To  A    
         Fast-Growing  Addiction   
  That Leads To  A Submissive       
      And   Sluggish  State     
                
  Eventually  You Will  Slowly Slip  
   Into    A    Long    Slumber,   
  Becoming      Sap    In The Vines